“She walked right up to me and got within my comfort field,” Crandall stammered. “I was taken aback. She pulled out the earbuds on her iPod and indicated the jack with her eyes.”
Warily unplugging his own earbuds, Crandall gingerly plugged them into the woman’s iPod, and was greeted by a rush of techno.
“We listened for about 30 seconds,” Crandall said. “No words were exchanged. We nodded and walked off.”
And Steve Crandall has a Typepad blog. He obviously appreciates the finer things in life.